Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Doctor Doctor, Can't You Hear Me Calling?

"Number 70X84N32 please."

A middle aged woman with frizzy hair and tired eyes would call into the waiting room.

From the back of a sea of chairs and magazines I would get up and follow her, dragging my two children with me.  Down a brightly painted mural of a sea bed and into an African Safari room to wait.

                     and wait

                                               and wait.

Finally, right before the kids tore the place to shreds, or at least my sanity, a white coat would enter the room, stethoscope around his neck.  Never looking at me, he would scan his clipboard, ask a few vague questions, manhandle the sick child, write a prescription and be out of the room before I would even have a chance to register the name on his spiffy white coat.


I hate finding a new doctor.  I have lived the above scene far too many times in my life.  There are so many personality types, of course, but more than anything, I hate feeling like a number.  I hate feeling insignificant and like one of the masses.  I am an individual with individual problems and experiences and ideas.  I deserve to be treated as such!

And so, today, a day filled with doctor visits/meetings was no fun.

I was nervous.  But I shouldn't have been.  The kid's new doctor is wonderful!  She went to med school with my brother, and he highly recommended her.  He said they were good friends, and if he lived in the area he would take his kids to her.  So, I booked an appointment.

The experience was so different from the many others we have had.  There was never a feeling of being one of the masses, or feeling like I was in a factory waiting for parts.  The walls did have murals all over them, but they didn't annoy me... much.  And Faye loved them!

She has a tear duct that doesn't drain, so her eyes are constantly gooping and there is a continuous tear that trickles down her cheek.  We were getting that looked at.

While there, though, I asked a personal medical question.

Some of you may have noticed my incessant complaining about being tired.  All the time.  It is getting to the point where I just want to sleep from about 2:00 on.  It wouldn't be a problem if the kids napped at the same time, but they pretty much boycotted that idea.  So instead, it is a constant going with them.

Normally I wouldn't mind.  But something is just weird here.  Last night talking to Jeffrey, in jest I said it could be one of two things.  Pregnancy or cancer.  He didn't like the prospect of either!  :)  I have a few ideas now of what to do, thanks to the wonderful pediatrician!  First thing she suggested was to take a pregnancy test.

I did.

Guess what?

I am not pregnant.

When I told Jeffrey, he told me that I have never looked so beautiful.  :)

He doesn't want any more kids until he is done with school.

So now, I have an idea as to some vitamins to try, and if that doesn't work, well, I guess I will have to get some lab work done.  I hope the vitamins work though because lab work with no insurance really is not my cup of tea.

I sure hope I can get this exhaustion figured out soon!  It is getting old, fast.
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